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Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Belle@Prince of Seraphs

"Yes, but Unseelie Courts. You two would cheat."

. . . You wouldn't?

"Why would I?"

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Belle Most certainly, you'd be getting a steady insource of food from Falk for those magical propertied gems.

Aka: You get food, he gets first pick of the gems.

"It's beneficial, and we would want to keep this to our dark Courts,no?" (Lady Runic is holding up a 'Abandon Realm' sign.)

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Belle Winter is free and I'm hammering out the little details.

So feel free to quiz me on my own realm! It'll help me draw everything together.

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The Moonlit Order

@Zordon@Zahrale No post order that I can tell and I think I would probably be the first to hear of it when Zahrale lecturing me on it.

The Moonlit Order

As the archer, Kale, reached into the front of the wagon to pull out a box Ithil's heart froze in her chest. Her box. Her beloved bow. The one item that had been hers alone in the gutters of the streets. Ithil had always had it, and it's existence was a closely guarded secret. Brown eyes growing large, she nearly opened her mouth to protest the giving away of her precious treasure. But words were stilled when Kale crooked a finger at her. Staggering weakly towards the knight, wary of any movement as she watched him warily. The smile and year spent with them was the only thing that kept the beggar from making a fast retreat. "Look what I found. Seems one of the recruits already has a usable weapon. Restrung it with a decent string, cleaned it, even made a few arrows for you." The bow was large standing four feet tall and carved in moons and leaves. Made of pale woods and wrapped with black leather. Ithil's pride and joy, though now she was a tad fearful of the knight's opinion.

"Thank you...?" She whispered quietly, shifting nervously. So when a shout went up and a man took off running, Kale found himself sporting a elfling clinging to his side. Ithil could take a lot, even stay cool under surprise. But the tension she was feeling and that sudden shout didn't help matters, nor did the suddenly stunned atmosphere. Peering around the tall archer, the former beggar peered at the woman who sauntered about as though she owned the place. A lovely woman, even she could see that, but the way everyone looked surprised and the sudden motionless statues of Xan and Kale gave her cause to worry. And if something worried the knights, the beggars had learned quick to clear out or take cover. Though Ithil was breaking this rule a bit, the woman was extremely beautiful and the other woman she was with, a younger woman of gold was lovely but was missing some of the refined edged the first had.

The Moonlit Order

@Zordon@Zahrale

A pity 'pon her soul.

And wittle Ryi is such a fine and handsome boy~! *Beams with pride*

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The Moonlit Order

Ithil

A small shadow surrounded by giants. Ithil sways unsteadily on her feet, exhausted and aching through and through. She was used to running from danger, but that also included hiding from danger. Never running so far at once with blows being rained down upon her. Though she held herself as steady as possible to avoid the weakness from showing. On the streets a weakness was essentially a death sentence, weakness was something to take advantage of. Even a year with the knights had done little to bring the quiet beggar from her shell, so strong traces of the beggar's prior life survived. Her brown hair short and ragged, never straying to touch her shoulders. Cut short by a small dagger Ithil kept hidden and in her possession. Her sun-kissed skin was covered by the dust and dirt from the run, which thankfully hid the numerous small scars. Large brown eyes and a non-descriptive face of any other peasant child only helped her meld into the background as the others chose their weapons and armor. Rubbing at her sore wrist, her brow furrowed as she cast a sulking, childish glower at both Xan and Kale. It was obvious were she placed the blame for her current state.

And she was not completely wrong, one of them had promised her food, safety, and warmth. She had accepted though she had had little other choice, to stay would have been to risk a beating from the populace when the Knights conscripted the boys who had attacked her. Her knife like ears held the tangles of hair back while she cast her gaze of those about her. The humans, the elves. They were nothing she had not seen before, but the large winged demon was something she had never seen. Fight or flight was ready for any moved he made as she shifted all the more restlessly, he was a uncertain element. Uncertain elements meant danger. Biting her lip she kept one eyes on him, her long bangs falling into her eyes. She would have cut them save that a dagger near her face, even by her own hand, made her flinch away violently.

But she had more pressing matters, she was to chose a weapon. Something she wasn't sure she could even do! All she had ever heard used was sword and shield and they looked far too big for her small size. While she had grown a good few inches, now just shy of five feet by a mere inch or two. She had her bow, her small knife, and fists. That was all she had ever fought with, her brow furrowed all the more as she gnawed at her finger with thought. Brooms were used by angry women or men. So were thrown rocks and bottles. It was just so incredibly frustrating for the small elf, how was she suppose to chose! Any weapon would look foolish on her and the armor even more so!